Mr. D. J. Buxey invites the World Vegetarian Congress
and all true animal lovers to consider the debasing practice of the
export of monkeys from India for vivisectional purposes. He quotes from
Dean Inge that "The great discovery of the 19th century that we
are of one blood with lower animals has created new ethical obligations
which have not yet penetrated the public conscience.

As compared with the export of 20,000 monkeys in 1953,
120,000 were exported in 1956, and the Government had agreed for that
years to export 25,000. To what purpose? That they be exposed to the
horrors of Radio-active clouds, atomic and high explosive blasts, poison
gasses. "They are shot forty miles above the surface of the earth
in rockets and exposed to Radon seeds implanted in the brain. Parachuted
from plastic balloons they are subject to cosmic rays over fifteen miles
in space above the earth," They are injected with every type of
germ including syphilis. Electrical and chemical stimuli are applied
to the brain.

Mr. Buxey tells of the terrible conditions in which they
are transported, authenticating his statements with many quotations
from the daily papers. Literally hundreds of every consignment never
reach their destination. On March 20, 1957 over 500 monkeys were emptied
into the jungle of Purana Qila, new Delhi, because a disease had broken
out. The Hindustan Times of 28th March reported "hundreds of broken
skulls, limbs, and whole carcasses of monkeys in varying stated of decay
over an area of about two square miles." Actually the discrepancy
runs into thousands between the monkeys captured for exportation and
those actually exported, claims the same paper of 30th March.

After reviewing many of the horrors of vivisection, especially
in cancer research, the words of Dr. Albert Schweitzer are quoted: "Until
we extend our circle of compassion to include every living creature,
we cannot enjoy world peace." Mr. Rusey adapts a poem of Ella Wheeler
Wilcox :

We are the voice of the voiceless;
Through us the dumb, shall speak;
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
The cry of the wordless weak.
From street. from cage, and from 'Lab',
From jungle and stall, the wail
Of our tortured kin proclaims the sin
Of the mighty against the frail.

"Let the soul lend its ear to every cry of pain like
as the Lotus bares its heart to drink the morning sun. Let not the fierce
sun dry one tear of pain before thyself hast wiped it from the sufferer's
eye," - H. P. BLAVATSVY